Sword: Heart of Iron

Chapter 160 “Victory”

Twenty minutes later.

The sound of gunfire suddenly exploded in the silent wilderness.

From the bushes, Chen Desheng, the third squad leader of the first infantry battalion, jumped out with a light machine gun and fired at the Japanese soldiers on guard.

Da da da--

A crisp gunshot rang out, and Chen Desheng used his shoulder to support the butt of the gun, trying his best to control the recoil and keep the gun stable.

"It's fucking awesome!"

"Quick! Get through this area!"

Chen Desheng waved his hand and called to the soldiers behind him.

The Japanese army's Dangshan defense line was very wide, stretching for dozens of kilometers. A Type A division, with only 30,000 soldiers, could not take care of all areas.

There were some weak points in the defense, with only a few Japanese soldiers taking turns on duty.

"Fuck those Japs!" The temporarily deployed internal security soldiers were quite active. They picked up their rifles and rushed to the front with radios on their backs.

Sergei usually taught them that in addition to rectifying military discipline and fighting Japanese spies in secret, the internal security forces must also do a good job in ideological work for the entire army.

Especially after Wang Feng signed the military discipline regulations and deployed the internal affairs soldiers to units above the company level.

The entire internal affairs department began to polarize in the training of soldiers.

During training, one group of soldiers focused more on espionage and intelligence gathering capabilities, while another group of internal affairs soldiers mainly studied ideological mobilization content and were transformed into semi-civilian units.

Chen Desheng shouted quickly: "Brother, be careful not to damage the radio!"

"Give me a magazine, cover!"

After hastily dealing with the Japanese troops on guard, the third squad crossed the defense line and advanced deep into the interior according to the command post's orders.

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Wang Fengyi took a bird's-eye view and witnessed the entire process of the operation.

He was very satisfied with the performance of the Changzhi 1938 light machine gun.

It is called a light machine gun, but in terms of bolt firing and usage, it is already close to modern automatic rifles.

If the weight can be reduced, it can be used as an assault rifle.

Zhao Fangyuan: "Sir, the 35 squads that serve as the vanguard have already started the action. The 4th Column just called and requested to launch a strong attack on the front!"

Wang Feng came back to his senses and nodded: "Attack immediately!"

Then he picked up the telephone receiver on the table and shook the handle a few times: "Hey! Give me the artillery column!"

After a while.

A voice came from the phone: "Sir, this is Zheng Zhenzhong, requesting combat instructions!"

Wang Feng put his hand on his waist and said, "It's getting dark. It's time for you to move around. How is the correction of the various elements going?"

Zheng Zhenzhong on the other end of the phone stood at attention: "Please rest assured, sir, our artillery is ready for battle!"

Wang Feng smiled and said, "Okay! Pull out those 150mm heavy artillery and fire two base shells at the Japanese positions first. Do you understand?"

Zheng Zhenzhong nodded: "Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Feng stared at the battle map, his consciousness switching back and forth between the bird's-eye view and the real world.

The artillery fired at full capacity, with more than 20 heavy artillery pieces clearing the way for the front-line infantry. It was unrealistic to capture the county town in one night, but it was almost certain to push the front line forward by seven or eight kilometers.

Wang Feng calculated that as long as the heavy artillery group could move forward eight kilometers, it would be able to cover all command posts at all levels of the 16th Division.

My most skilled coordinate search and fixed-point bombardment tactics have not been used for a long time.

When large-scale military operations are carried out, especially on plains, where two armies face off and deploy their troops, the battlefield area can easily be tens of square kilometers.

The largest caliber artillery currently in service with the garrison, the Type 150 mm howitzer, has a maximum range of only twelve kilometers.

Unless heavy artillery groups are deployed on the front line, doing so would be no different from seeking death.

"Changzhi's aviation industry is still developing. If dive bombers are put into service, the Japanese will be in trouble." Wang Feng thought to himself.

Zhao Fangyuan was analyzing the daytime battle report, frowning, "Sir, this 16th Division is a real beast, it looted the area around Dangshan County!"

"These are the photos Miss Manli took this morning. They were sent to me right after they were developed."

Wang Feng raised his eyebrows, took the photo and glanced at it.

The picture is black and white and a bit blurry, but the general image can be seen. It should be a village. The ground is littered with corpses. The doors of several houses that were photographed were wide open, as if they had just been looted.

"Hey, notify the front-line troops that no prisoners should be taken in this battle. Anyone captured will be shot on the spot!" Wang Feng clenched his fists, not knowing what to say.

Rather than yelling abuse in the command post, he would rather repay blood with blood and tooth for tooth.

Zhao Fangyuan sighed: "I have fought against the Japanese army so many times, but this is the first time I have seen such brutality as the 16th Division. I feel sorry for the people in the occupied areas."

Wang Feng frowned and tried to recall relevant information: "The 16th Division is a Type A permanent division of the Japanese Army. Its officers and soldiers mainly come from Kyoto, Mie Prefecture and Nara Prefecture, so it is also called the "Kyoto Division". It is well-equipped, but its military discipline is very poor."

"According to rumors, this division was one of the main culprits in the Nanjing Massacre!"

"The so-called 'Hundred-Man Killing' widely publicized by Japanese newspapers such as the Tokyo Nichi Nichi Shimbun took place in the 16th Division."

"Sir, if we can capture the Japanese division commander alive in this battle, I will kill him with my own hands!" Zhao Fangyuan gritted his teeth and said word by word, "No, we can't kill him. It's too easy for this old Japanese."

"I think we can build a camp, round up all the captured Japanese officers, and let them work in the mines. They will only be given one meal for every twenty hours they work a day."

"Wait until the devil's health is failing, then we will deal with them collectively."

Wang Feng raised his eyebrows.

Concentration camp?
I didn't realize you had this talent.
Zhao Fangyuan: "Sir, what do you think?"

Wang Feng held his forehead with his hand: "I think it's okay."

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"Sergeant, there is a farm ahead!" The skinny soldier pointed forward, turned his head and shouted in a low voice.

Chen Desheng carried his automatic rifle and looked around: "What's the situation? Are there any devils?"

"It's not light, it looks like a dead village." The soldier in charge of reconnaissance responded.

Chen Desheng's heart skipped a beat.

The so-called dead villages refer to villages that have suffered massacres and looting by the Japanese army.

Along the way, he saw three such villages, and the scenes were horrific.

Intestines were pasted on the walls, heads were hung on trees, hearts were hung at doorways as lanterns, and even unformed fetuses were thrown on the roadside.

It was pitch dark and I thought I had stepped on a mouse.

The internal service soldier came over, crouching: "Received the order!"

Chen Desheng asked hurriedly: "What order? Tell me quickly!"

The internal affairs soldier glanced at the message: "About two kilometers northeast of us, four squads of brothers are ambushing the enemy's supply line."

"In about fifteen minutes, a group of Japanese reinforcements will pass through here, and our superiors require us to block them here."

Chen Desheng frowned: "How many Japanese reinforcements are there?"

Internal Affairs Soldier: “About a squadron!”

Chen Desheng's eyes widened: "A squadron?"

The housekeeper nodded with a serious expression.

Chen Desheng turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him.

An infantry squad consists of thirteen soldiers, plus the temporary reinforcements of the housekeeping soldiers, a total of fourteen people.

We fought our way here from the periphery and encountered the Japanese four or five times. Now there are only eight of us left.

A Japanese squadron has at least 150 people, and even the logistics squadron has about 100 people. It is absolutely an impossible task!
Chen Desheng was troubled: "How long do we have to wait?"

The housekeeper shook his head.

"Squad leader, do you want to fight?"

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The other soldiers beside him asked quietly.

Chen Desheng did not hesitate: "Fight!"

"Why not fight?"

"We can stop a squadron of Japanese with one squad. Even if we all die, future generations will still remember us!"

"Enter the village!"

Chen Desheng waved his hand, and under the cover of night, the eight people quickly moved towards the village.

Before entering the village, a foul smell hit my nose - it was not the ordinary smell of a corpse, but more like someone's preserved meat from the New Year that was forgotten to be stored, and fermented in the summer heat into a fishy and sweet rotten smell.

"Sergeant, this..." Looking at the scene in front of him, the skinny soldier was speechless for a moment, his brows twisted into the shape of a "川" character.

There were two rows of corpses neatly placed on both sides of the road, heads facing outwards, feet facing inwards, stomachs ripped open, hearts and lungs removed, blood flowing everywhere.
It was like a corridor of corpses.

Under the moonlight, Chen Desheng glanced at the faces of the victims and felt extremely depressed.

Since we all come from farming families, we can naturally empathize with each other.

Warlords are fighting each other, the world is in a difficult situation, natural disasters are constant, and it is very painful!
After two years of peace, the Japanese invaders invaded again.

"Set up the fortifications first and hide in the house!" Chen Desheng took a deep breath, unable to bear to look at the scene, and turned away.

He really wanted to collect the bodies of the people, but there were only eight of them including himself. It would take at least two or three hours to deal with hundreds of bodies.

In less than fifteen minutes, the Japanese will attack.

The only thing I can do is to kill a few more devils and avenge my fellow villagers!
Internal Affairs Soldier: "Squad Leader, there's more news from above. There are two more squads near us, one one kilometer away and one three kilometers away, and they're heading this way!"

"We only need to hold on for twenty minutes, and we can evacuate when the time is up."

Chen Desheng leaned against the wall and asked: "How much ammunition do you have?"

"I have fifteen rounds!"

"Twenty-seven!"

"Thirty-four!"

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"How many bullets are left in the automatic rifle?" Chen Desheng looked at the ammunition handler beside him.

"Squad leader, there are more than a hundred rounds!"

"Where's the grenade?"

"Twenty-one!"

Chen Desheng estimated in his mind.

There is still enough ammunition, and with the help of the street structure, it is not a problem to suppress the enemy for two or three minutes.

After a long time, you can only leave it to fate.

Chen Desheng: "Put down the grenades. Throw them at any enemy you encounter. Kill as many as you can!"

"Disperse, if anyone can get out today, remember to burn some paper for the other brothers during festivals. If you have lived a life of poverty, you cannot die with nothing!"

The other soldiers nodded.

There was no fear in the eyes of anyone present.

Eight people against one hundred and fifty people, anyone can see that this is a deadly situation.

If you know you are going to die, why not die heroically!

On the battlefield, to defend the country, who would be afraid of death?

The leaders will remember, the people will remember, and history will always remember!
After receiving the grenades, the soldiers immediately ran to various parts of the village, hiding under the eaves and corners.

Moon stars are rare.

After waiting for a while, a group of Japanese soldiers appeared in everyone's sight.

This village is right across the main road, so if you want to provide support to the northeast, you must pass through it.

"Stop!" The Japanese lieutenant raised his hand and stopped the marching team, "You two, go in and see if there is anything!"

"Hai!"

The two corporals beside him hung their guns on their shoulders and ran quickly towards the quiet village in front of them.

The Japanese lieutenant narrowed his eyes and looked around.

Extraordinarily quiet.

Apart from the chirping of insects, no other sound could be heard.

Along the way from the logistics supply station, we experienced five attacks, all of which were cold-shock attacks.

The cunning Chinese soldiers fired a few shots and then ran away like a loach, and could not be caught at all.

"What's going on with the troops defending the flank? Why did they let so many Chinese soldiers in?" The Japanese lieutenant frowned and thought to himself.

The area around the county town was in complete chaos, and the front-line infantry regiment was fighting fiercely.

Logistics regiments, engineering regiments, and even cavalry regiments were also dispatched to travel around to clear out the infiltrated enemy forces.

Five or six minutes later, the Japanese soldier who had been sent out ran back quickly: "Report to you, sir, we have completed the reconnaissance ahead, and there is nothing unusual!"

The lieutenant was relieved: "Forward!"

Chen Desheng half-knelt on the ground, close to the earth wall, and observed the situation outside through the cracks in the wall.

"More than a hundred people. It should be a logistics squadron." After counting the number of people, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Looks like I can kill a few more!
Leaning forward slightly, gripping the grip and handguard of the automatic rifle, Chen Desheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Victory, victory.

It seems that the name I gave myself today was not in vain!
Use your weak force to stop the Japanese invaders. Killing one will break even, killing two will win!
If every one of the hundreds of thousands of national army could take two Japanese soldiers with them before they died, I'm afraid they would have counterattacked and faced the Japanese emperor by now.

If all 400 million people can do this, then no powerful country will dare to bully our country.

Chen Desheng took aim and pulled the trigger sharply.

Da da da--

The squad leader opened fire with his automatic rifle first, and dense bullets swept towards the back of the Japanese army.

The muzzle of the gun kept shaking, and Chen Desheng used all his strength to barely suppress the trajectory of the bullet.

The first attack was launched unexpectedly. There was no need to aim at all. The Japanese troops were all within sight. All we had to do was keep our finger firmly on the trigger.

30 bullets were used up in less than five seconds.

"Baga!" The Japanese lieutenant squatted down like a frightened bird and pointed at a house not far away. "Over there! Fight back! Fight back!"

The Japanese soldiers reacted and began to fight back in an orderly manner.

Chen Desheng suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately turned around to retreat. A bullet went through the door and hit his right calf.

"Humph"

Chen Desheng snorted coldly, fell to the ground and tried to struggle to get up.

Da da da!
Just as the Japanese soldiers were about to rush over, sparse gunfire was heard around the village, mixed with the sound of grenade explosions.

(End of this chapter)